No one would care, Ye Qingtang, whether she lived or died.,All those people are gone now, and the enemy is right before us. Even if we destroy the Demon Emperor's heart, I will absolutely not let Ye You succeed!,The melodious, low voice was ripped apart by the raging wind. The man slowly crouched down, his long and handsome fingers reaching towards the gushing wound. wisps of breath constantly flowed from Ye Qingtang's wound, dotting the man's palm, condensing into a half-bright heart.。